I can say no. I take responsibility for my fuck-ups as well as my achievements. I can buy my own beer, condoms and tampons without whining "Honey, would you please get me..." I can bite off the hand of a man who thinks I bought the beer for him when he wouldn't be caught dead buying the tampons or condoms. I can say yes. I love men but hate whining, childish, immature pissheads who give men a bad name by pretending to be male. I will freely tell any of the imposters I meet about my sentiments on the previous statement. I use words like "fuck-ups" "pissheads" and other nasties without apology. I recognize that being nice will only get me so far and will make me hate myself in the end. When being nice won't do it I whip out the big guns and let loose. Customer service people who have tried to screw me are afraid of me. All the car salesmen that have ever sold me a car want me on their team. And it pisses them off when my male friends recruit me to help them buy *their* new car. When all is said and done, I really love men.

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